[Bobbi's mood is slightly improved by the time she gets back. Slightly -- she's coming off a mission that, while ostensibly routine, managed to piss her off in no less than twelve ways. Part of the routine with Hunter is, admittedly, her needing to take back some of the control that fieldwork denies her, but she knows she wouldn't do it if he didn't like it. This is one of the reasons they work (most of the time, anyway).
She hoists her backpack up on her shoulder (not particularly classy, or sexy at that, but it's what she needed on the road) and tightens her hold on her grocery bag as she lets herself into their bedroom. She's not exactly sure how she'll find Hunter, because she left it open-ended on purpose; the other part of the routine is just that it's fun.]
She hoists her backpack up on her shoulder (not particularly classy, or sexy at that, but it's what she needed on the road) and tightens her hold on her grocery bag as she lets herself into their bedroom. She's not exactly sure how she'll find Hunter, because she left it open-ended on purpose; the other part of the routine is just that it's fun.]
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He's not quite sure what she wants, but removing any work seems to be the most novel idea in his mind, so when she comes in, he's lounging on the bed, nude, and watching TV with a beer in hand. The turn of the lock and handle has him look up and shut off the TV when she enters, taking a quick peek behind her to make sure she's alone. He looks to the half-drunken beer in his hand and makes a half-hearted shrug. ]
Oops. Guess I lied. How'd it go, then?
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Then she smirks.] I thought my choice of snacks already made that clear.
[Another hint: she's unceremonious about starting to undress. She's expecting to be ogled in return, but she's not exactly doing a striptease.]
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Sugar, carbs, alcohol... That bad, was it?
[ He gives a sympathetic sort of half-smile. He stays on the bed just a bit longer, at least long enough to finish his beer while he waits for her top to come off, which like most men, puts a full smile on his face. His favourite part. He then swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands to collect the groceries she'd brought, gently placing a hand on her waist as if a silent plea to take it easy on him. After all, it's not his fault things went poorly. ]
I'm glad you didn't die out there.
[ Another little smile before he leans up to peck her cheek. ]
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[Really, he shouldn't worry -- she knows exactly how hard she can go with him and have it still be enjoyable -- but she appreciates the gentleness more than she's ever going to admit outright.
She smirks and turns her head to kiss him properly.]
Yeah, I'm pretty glad too.
[But being sappy for too long is another thing she won't do, so she puts a hand on his shoulder and nudges him onto his knees. If he doesn't want to she won't push, but she wants to be a little spoiled.] Get my boots, hm?
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And then there's the hand on his shoulder, giving her gentle suggestion. To work already, was it? There's no complaint, but an amused sort of smirk, and with little resistance, he crouches down, letting her balance on him if she needs it while he lifts her leg to slide the long boot off. There's a bit of gratuitousness to how his fingers touch and grope her leg through her uniform, but he imagines that's part of the appeal for her. ]
Well, there's no alarm bells, no panicking, looks like you're in for the night... guess it wasn't a world-ending catastrophe, then? Good. Rather like the world intact right now.
[ Once the first boot is set aside, he gets to work on getting the other off of her, and even placing a sweet little kiss on her knee before setting it with the other one. ]
Better?
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It's just a little bit of work! It keeps him ready, and, yeah, she does like the way he touches her. Not that she'd say it outright, but he touches her like he cares about her and that means a lot.]
No. It barely even deserves the "catastrophe" label, it was just annoying. One of those missions where a thousand inconsequential things go just a little wrong.
[She can't help but smile when he kisses her knee, and she actually ruffles his hair a little.]
Much.
[Then the rest of the suit comes off and she tosses it in the laundry basket like an exclamation mark.]
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A thousand little mistakes. Not your fault. Shit happens, but you'll get 'em next time. Twice as hard, knowing you, at any rate. Bit of payback sets the mood right, eh?
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Here's fucking hoping.
[She nods to the spot beside her, inviting him to join.]
Did I miss anything exciting here?
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Not really. Couple of rousing games of Call of Duty, that's about it. Maybe we got the better end of the deal, here.
[ He holds up his cupcake and gives her a smile. ]
To rest and de-stressing.
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She opens a beer of her own and toasts him with it.]
To de-stressing, anyway. I'm not sure how much rest we'll be getting.
[She can be cheesy and suggestive too!]
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[ He takes a drink from his bottle, and rather than starting on his own cupcake, he bends down to take a bite of hers instead, making sure to take as much of the icing as he can fit in his mouth while also taking an obnoxiously big bite of the cake itself. ]
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Brat. I'm taking my time.
[She snatches his cupcake out of his hands and licks the frosting off the top as seductively as one can really do that.]
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[ He pouts and rubs his cheek, but he can't help but smile in the end. The suggestive licking of the icing does get him interested, however. ]
Might be a brat, but you like it when I'm bratty. Gives you excuses, doesn't it?
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Yeah, if I feel like I need them.
[She takes a big bite of cupcake, then washes it down with some beer. Pure class, this one.]
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[ He follows suit with his own cupcake and beer, making rather quick work of the little cake and leaning against her, his head on her shoulder. It's nice to have her back and unharmed, just how he likes her. ]
Besides, not really looking for an excuse to be gagged tonight.
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Yeah, well, you did make a good argument for the alternative.
[She takes another sip of beer, then idly begins stroking his thigh. It's not inherently sexy, but it could get there.]
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For all the talk about wanting to shut me up all the time, no one ever seems to want to admit I've got good ideas. I think you lot're all just afraid of my secret genius.
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Maybe we just don't want you getting a big head.
[She sneaks another bite of cupcake, smirking.]
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I thought a 'big head' was at least part of the point of all this, or are you just getting my hopes up?
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That all depends, but don't push your luck. I'm still finishing my beer.
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You talk to me the way you did, have me drop everything to come to bed, get naked for you, help undress you, and you don't want me getting my hopes up? You can't be serious. Even you're not that heartless on your worst days.
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Glad you think so highly of me. [She goes back to stroking his leg.] I just meant, one thing at a time. You're getting a little impatient.
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Can you blame me? Look at you. Promising me the moon like that... you can't expect me not to get a little impatient. You're breaking my heart, Bob.
[ why yes, he is laying on the pathetic act incredibly thick. ]
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I'm finishing my damn beer. No need to get heartbroken.
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No, you're right. Should be makin' myself useful, shouldn't I?
[ He pulls himself from her shoulder and scoots himself toward the end of the bed, facing her, picking one of her feet up and setting it in his lap, working his fingers into the arch and ball of her foot. ]
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